| Trillo Beatz, you did it again
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| I’m tryna put him on the news and make him sh—
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| Spaz out‚ they gon' make a nigga crash out
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| Pussy shit‚ that’s what make a nigga flash out
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| Bag talk‚ a brand new body I can cash out
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| Pull up (Yeah, yeah), then he smash out
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| Keep a gun just in case they try to act out
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| Don’t try to run‚ shots from behind, you assed out
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| Talkin' shit, so pussy bitch‚ you on your ass now
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| We really clappin', don’t get caught lackin' with your pants down
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| Why the fuck you actin'? |
| Bitch, come get at me, I won’t stand down
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| I been a savage, catch you in traffic, you get ran down
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| We trigger happy, you target practice put your hands down
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| We like to walk down, we got the drop on you laying down
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| Bitch, you gon' try who? |
| Your stupid, dumb-ass gon' die soon
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| We finna slide through, stepping on whoever by you
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| They won’t know who shot you, they just gon' know somebody popped you
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| Bitch, who gon' drop you? |
| I got some big shit that’s gon' stop you
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| Ain’t fuckin' around with these bitch-ass niggas, man
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| We got Dracos, ARs, Glocks
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| We got everything that gon' make your fucking heart stop
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| I’m tryna put him on the news and make him shut up
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| Tryna up the score, take a soul and tell 'em catch up
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| He fat mouthin', he gon' leave on a stretcher
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| Blow his back out, and I’ma have to get him checked up
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| We slang iron, they know I ain’t lying, bitch, you can die tryin'
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| They took mine, I pulled up and came back and got mine
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| We gun firing, I live everything in my punchlines
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| Bitch, don’t play wrong, know I’ma only say this shit one time
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| I’m tryna put him on the news and make him shut up
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| News and make him shut up
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| I ain’t tryna fight, pussy nigga, put your guns up
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| Nigga, put your guns up
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| Bang!
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| I’m tryna put him on the news and make him shh
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| And make him shut up
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| Bang! |